A few minutes went by as America watched the group. He got up from the park bench, thinking to himself that 3 hours of fresh air is enough to last him for the day. "Alfred is that you?" A familiar voice asked. America turned around and saw Jeff Tracy; the last time America saw him was a few years ago. How long he asked himself as he noticed Jeff's grey hair.

"Hey there little guy, are you lost?" America asked the little boy, kneeling so he was in eye level with the boy. The boy nodded as he buried his face into his into his octopus plush. "What's your name?" "Gordon." The little boy replied, feeling more comfortable around America. "Gordon Tracy."